CHAPTER 4
Zach had never been more terrified in his life, and he had also never been more certain that if he didn’t have bad luck, he wouldn’t have any luck in his life at all. Was that what his purpose was in life for God, or whoever was in charge up there? Was his purpose to give the big guy or gal someone to kick around... someone to torture on a regular basis? There was just no other explanation.
How many people could say they were in a major plane crash, only to be facing a crazy motherfucker at gunpoint within hours of that bullshit?
“I’m not going to ask you again. Where did...?”
The lunatic was cut off when the distinct sounds of tree banging, and then loud high-pitched howls sounded in the not-so-far-away distance.
Zach froze, as did the man. Zach could tell he knew exac
